the aftermath

the aftermath

We begin to believe in the collapseof trees / sky folded like a hand,an hourglass wasting sand. Can we contain the catastrophe?The park is in…

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Bangles

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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After the Diagnosis: First Days in Greece

After the Diagnosis: First Days in Greece

Thin sheaths of ashborn of forest firefallaround merest in my hairstick to  sweaty skinRubbing eyesclouds my visionRubbing armsturns my skin greyLayer upon layerash fallsI stand pierced by…

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Another Life

Another Life

In another life, I was paintedOut of the picture, By the Table, Scummed up with oil layered likePremature common lilac leaves Peering down. I am sat next…

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Rejection

Rejection

The letter comes from a far countryon an early April evening, when the moon is fulland stars run quietly. The good earth, bored with the fecund promise…

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Topiarius

Topiarius

A man in Derbyshire,grows trees into chairs.Oak & willow are tiedto forms, pruned to complyto templates that determinetheir utility & usagelike children bound bytheir parent’s…

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Trial & Error

Trial & Error

Sometimes late at nightwhen they’re done their roundsand I’m sure no one is listening,I speak to Sylvia Plath: You’ve died before I had time—we’re much…

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I Want to Be Myself

I Want to Be Myself

Today a man, a woman, and a child much younger than me asked me who I wanted to be I responded with – Is that…

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A Shadow is a Gentle Lover

A Shadow is a Gentle Lover

The shadow is the ice melting down ravines of drowned hipbones, beadings strung in the sunlight.  It rubs its head between two stones, peeling back…

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Witch of the Night

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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we’ll always have Terracotta Warriors dusted in Han Purple, never looking behind

Terracotta Warriors dusted in Han Purple

“Drinking mercury to the mystery of all that you should ever leave behind…. in time.”  “Ava Adore,” Billy Corgan My purple skin projects royal essences…

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Love As Told

Love As Told

And as the sets reverse, to bring age to each step, Every sordid moment worse, lost is the night to its solemn shroud And as I were, softly…

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One Way Back to Babylon

One Way Back to Babylon

“Can I go home yet?” Such a small voice for a big statue On a grey stool in the cornera British Museum guard yawnsand turns away…

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Fibrillation

Fibrillation

“Do not touch this. You will only have troubles and problems.”– Archeologist, Iris Love, to Getty Museum officials on the prospective purchase of the Statue…

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Indian Generation

Indian Generation

~After Naipaul’s “Tell Me Who to Kill”~a thank you, to those who made the journey, before  They built the train tracksfor memory, brakes to stop…

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Bad Woman

Bad Woman

I feel my mouth go dry in terror whenever I hear a cricket.  (Denise Duhamel) I have lived in the front yard all my life.Like…

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Ma

The Sukshma Series

The Sukshma Series is a first-hand account of an educated woman of post-colonial India reflecting on how the social and political set-up of the country defined the status of an Indian woman.

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In Nani's House

In Nani’s House

I push my weightagainst the sturdy swing-doorof Nani’s house.My eyes catch white and grey: Nana’s pebble gardenwhere we would discoverfat pieces of rock. Khadiya. We would…

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the night jaygopal found a swastika on his window

the night jaygopal found a swastika on his window

in my dream, my brain talks about brainsbeing more or less the same, resembling kidney beans, sprouting web-like dendrites, wired for synaptic connection,passing signals cell to cell through axons,rosette-tipped, purring like…

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Yet Leafless, The Tulip Tree Readies to Flower

Yet Leafless

The blooms have each waited inside a small, tight bud all winter long. Each a sex-nub, a tender, excitable mound of tree-flesh rousing to sunlight’s…

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